The wind will always embrace the sky, no matter what. Voices echoed in the background; slowly buy steadily fading away. With each step I took, the weight held in my chest gradually got lighter. The sun smiled down at me as if it was reassuring me that my decision was correct. Its radiant beams of light showered the clear, ocean blue sky as a gentle breeze blew past. The occasional gust of air fluttered around the sky: no matter what time of day it was, it was always there. A bitter taste filled my mouth; so this is it? Everything, everyone, everybody. I already made my decision and I can't go back. Just minutes before, I was watching everyone dressed in black. Their heads were lowered as if they couldn't make eye contact with anyone. Exchanging small glances, they all placed flowers of radiant colours on the grass. To conceal the tragic atmosphere, they filled the floor beneath with lilac, baby pink, cream, pastel yellow and periwinkle blue. The death of a loved one is tough for some but for others, they had to sympathise to not seem emotionless or rude. With my mother gone, I should feel upset but I'm not. I don't feel anything at all. I feel empty. I don't feel happy or sad or angry or confused. I want to scream, cry, shout and cry again but I can't get anything out - not even my voice. It's like the sea. All those feelings slowly move away and away and away from the shore until they disappear. Then without even realising, they immediately rush back like a wave - no, a tsunami and destroy everything in sight. I can't be like that: I need to leave. Disappearing from the crowd, I let my feet control my movements; guiding me somewhere: anywhere. My mum is the wind, she always comes back and I'm the sky since she always tells me that I brighten her life. No matter what, the wind will always embrace the sky.